Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 676 - 674: What an Incredible Woman

City of Fairbanks, Crab House.

It's a well-known local restaurant famous for its Arctic king crab. Dishes like raw oysters and seafood risotto are also highly praised by tourists eager to see the Northern Lights.

A Polar Bear sign stands outside, and the interior decor leans toward the rustic grandeur of Alaska State.

Bright lights fall over the restaurant. Riki sits boldly at the head seat, eating with gusto, tearing open the crab leg shell with her hands, dipping the crab meat in the restaurant's special spicy sauce, and taking big bites.

The crab leg meat is fresh and tender, with a full-bodied texture and a spicy kick that is truly satisfying!

Riki likes to eat heartily, which doesn't quite match her stunning appearance, with oil glistening on her red lips.

She swallows the crab leg meat and warmly invites, "You all don't need to be polite with me. Anyway, it's all on the CIA's tab, so eat as much as you want.

The more you eat, the more we get our money's worth!"

Aozawa isn't being reserved with her; he's just rarely seen a woman eat with such boldness.

Even Iroha wouldn't eat with such gusto in front of him.

Moreover, whether intentional or not, her ample figure was always slightly trembling, with a rhythm that caught his eyes.

Riki licked the oil off the corner of her mouth, noticed where the young man's gaze landed, straightened her posture, and said with a smile, "Young man, want to give it a try?

I don't mind~

The appeal of a superior's household boy just gets my heart racing, no foreplay needed."

Speaking, Riki tore off another crab leg.

Sitting at the other side, Arakawa Reina couldn't help but say, "Miss Riki, isn't the way you're speaking a bit inappropriate?"

"Indeed, maybe I'm neglecting you, let's all join in."

Riki raised her eyebrows and said with flair, "The most I've organized was 136 people, all checked beforehand, and we gathered for a wild time.

Back then, we used more than three hundred balloons."

What an unbelievable bitch!

Arakawa Reina was dumbfounded, regretting accompanying this person.

She was genuinely afraid Mr. Aozawa would be utterly drained by her, leaving not even a morsel behind.

Aozawa was equally stunned. He thought Mrs. Ishimura was already formidable among adults, yet unexpectedly, there existed such a "formidable character" in the world.

Worthy of being a beacon of freedom, full of endless possibilities in this aspect.

Perhaps only Takahashi and Tsuchiura Mirai could attempt to surpass her, though it's hard to say; they aren't the same type.

At least those two still enjoy the process of romance, although they pursue a kind of ready-to-eat love with a very short shelf life, but this one completely abandons so-called romance, focusing only on love.

Riki never bothers with such talk; as soon as they meet, it's that kind of "I'm craving your body."

She's a carnivorous beast without regard for gender.

Terrifying, Aozawa thought to himself, while he peeled open a crab leg shell, took a bite without dipping it in sauce.

"Back then, I was severely scolded by the professor."

Mentioning the professor, Riki's enthusiastic joy suddenly turned into a complex expression, making Arakawa Reina understand that the professor held a different place in her heart, "Miss Riki, what is your relationship with that professor?"

"Confidant, family. The professor is more respectable than my irresponsible dad."

Riki unintentionally threw out a tempting topic, making Arakawa Reina want to hear more.

She didn't say, smiled, "If you want to hear, let's find a hotel tonight, and I'll tell you slowly in bed~"

"Miss Riki, I'm not interested in that direction!"

"Haha, I understand, you two have a special relationship, have you done it?"

Riki's big mouth kept talking while she was eating the Arctic king crab, making people curious about where she got such a talent.

Arakawa Reina's face suddenly turned red, like a boiled lobster on the table, waving and saying, "Miss Riki, don't misunderstand, Mr. Aozawa and I are just friends."

"Oh~"

Riki dragged out the word, glancing between the two, the girl's blush, the young man's calmness, all reflected in her eyes.

She chuckled, "Haha, this is also youth."

Riki, as an extreme meat eater, would not mock naive love, and is willing to believe there are beautiful feelings in this world.

However, everyone defines beautiful feelings differently.

Like her, meat lovers naturally lean toward straightforward matters.

A girl's naive affection for a certain opposite sex, her shy blushes, are things she cannot imagine.

After all, at eight, she had that kind of experience with an older boy next door, not out of coercion, but simply because she thought the older boy was handsome and couldn't help herself.

Since then, she became unstoppable.

Originally not much of a reader, during that process again and again, her brain became exceptionally sharp, as if there was no problem that couldn't be solved after a session of banging.

...

The food on the table was slowly diminishing, but the talking never stopped. Riki was animatedly sharing her experiences—not just in matters of men and women—but also from her travels around different countries.

From the immigrant styles of France to how she bewitchingly pitted men against each other in India when they tried to have their way with her.

She could always bring up interesting, stimulating topics.

It's safe to say that if one were to make friends with such a woman, most guys wouldn't refuse.

"There are many thieves in Italy. If you're walking on the street, if you're not careful, your bag will be slashed open, and if you lock your bike on the side of the road, when you come out, only the lock remains."

Riki said this as she forked a mouthful of seafood risotto.

Arakawa Reina couldn't help herself; these topics were interesting, but were they appropriate in such a setting?

Just thinking about the demons and magical treasures outside the restaurant made her feel the three of them shouldn't be leisurely enjoying a meal here.

"Riki, we're relaxing and eating here, but if someone picks up the magical treasure, wouldn't that be a huge loss for us?"

Upon hearing this question, Riki paused slightly and blinked, saying, "Didn't I tell you earlier that I used a disposable magical treasure to ensure there are no more magical treasures in the city?"

Arakawa Reina's expression turned wistful, "No, you didn't."

"Haha."

Riki playfully stuck out her tongue, pretending to brush off the matter, saying, "Outside the City of Fairbanks is just desolate land, and without filling our stomachs first,

you might not find food in the next few hours."

"I see."

Arakawa Reina nodded, no longer worried, and lowered her head to enjoy her dinner, um, or rather, considering Tokyo's time difference, should it be afternoon tea?

Whoa, the reason for skipping class for the first time in her life was never something she had imagined.

Riki was about to continue speaking when her phone lit up on the table, and she frowned, not liking to deal with bosses during meals.

But she still answered the call, and Jack's voice came through.

"Riki, have you finished eating?"

"Not yet."

"While you're at it, others have already dealt with a demon and found a magical treasure; time is money!"

On the other end, Jack couldn't help but nag a bit.

His superiors kept urging him to supervise the underlings to scour magical treasures and eliminate demons as much as possible.

It is said that people in England acquired a demon corpse that doesn't disappear after being killed, which is an extremely important strategic asset.

"Director, you're so mean; can't expect people to go to battle with empty stomachs~"

Riki suddenly sounded so sweet it almost made Aozawa and Arakawa Reina spit out their food.

Jack on the other end felt his ears go numb, unable to withstand her charm, he hurriedly told her about the three being hunted, "I'm worried about you staying in one place long enough for the enemy to target you."

"That's indeed dangerous; I'll hang up now."

Riki knew not to push with jokes, especially with her boss's boss.

Jack ended the call.

She put away her phone, wanting to finish the rest of her meal.

Aozawa took a deep breath and asked, "Do you smell anything strange?"

"I didn't fart."

Riki immediately refuted, sniffing again, her expression turning serious; the faint fragrance didn't seem to come from the food on the table, "Something's wrong, let's leave here quickly!"

Saying this, Riki reached down with her right hand, golden light appearing on her sweatpants surface as she pulled out a hammer entirely light blue.

The hammerhead was adorned with deep blue lightning designs, a thick white chain hung from the hammer's handle, looking unlike something a woman would use as a magical treasure.

But Riki really liked this Mjolnir.

And beneath it was her magical treasure of repeated use, the Sleeve Universe.

Just by attaching the Sleeve Universe to a part of her body, she can turn that part into an entrance to another dimension.

For convenience, Riki attached it where she can most easily draw her weapon.

She gripped Mjolnir, and with a flash of electricity, tables and chairs exploded, and she vanished from the scene.

The next moment, Riki appeared at the restaurant doorway as if by teleportation; she swung Mjolnir down as each lightning carving glowed blue, emitting a loud crackling sound.

Lightning burst from the designs, wrapping around the hammerhead smashing toward the door.

Boom!

The solid door was directly shattered, revealing a layer of golden light membrane at the entrance; Mjolnir hit the membrane and immediately dented it down, only to rebound.

Riki instinctively stepped back two paces, steadied herself.

Her heart sank, realizing she had fallen into an enemy trap.

But she was unclear on what purpose the faint fragrance served?

At least for now, she didn't feel dizzy or fatigue.

"Aozawa."

Riki was about to say for them to use a combo technique together when she saw outside the membrane.

Demons were gathering, just like cats drawn to fishy smell.

At that moment, Riki understood the purpose of the strange fragrance.

Such an unusual scale of demons was clearly not normal.

"FARK!"

She cursed, realizing she had truly overestimated some people's limits, never expecting the situation to escalate so rapidly.

Great, within two hours, someone had started hunting others.